Yellowed leaves crumbling, dry cracked ground packed tightly.

Weeds choke out the smaller plants, but the hardy push through,

ignoring their competition.

The true bounty hides underneath, waiting for the harvest 

to elevate it to glory,

Roots stretched deep, 

absorbing life from below.

Beets, carrots, and potatoes, hidden within the ground, 

nourishing and silent. 

Worth gold to a hungry belly, modest though they appear.

The smell of soil fills the air as they emerge, fresh and clean

Fall harvest in my backyard, 

for which we give thanks.